“It is finished”. Imagine it. You are there at the moment Jesus speaks these words as He takes His last breath. There you are standing in the crowd on the hill, three crosses rise above the horizon holding three bloody and beaten men. Beyond the horizon you can see the brown, dirt streaked walls of the city of Jerusalem. You can smell the electricity in the air as your body shakes from the rumble of the thunder as lightning streaks across a suddenly darkened sky. The ground moves beneath your feet. You feel the wind blowing violently across your face, tears streaking away from your eyes as they struggle to…